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It's a beautiful morning, and Ziva is driving to work in her own way: feeling the beat of the Israeli rock music, weaving through traffic in her Mini Cooper, enjoying the drive. A motorcycle screeches to a halt beside her at a stoplight. The motorcycle's engine revs high, and the rider and passenger both turn their black-visored helmets to look directly at her. Ziva remembers Paris and a motorcycle team just like this doing a drive-by shooting. Ziva was the passenger on that remembered motorcycle.
The motorcycle suddenly pulls out into the intersection while the light is still red, barely dodging two oncoming vehicles that crash into one another. Ziva also ignores the red light, pulls out around the accident and begins to pursue the motorcycle. The bike leads her on a rapid chase for a few blocks. Just as she passes a sidewalk cafe, a bomb inside the cafe explodes.
Ziva is forced to the side of the road. She draws her gun but can only watch as the motorcycle speeds around a corner and escapes. She searches for threats: not the dazed and injured patrons, not the concerned bystanders gathering, not the horrified lady getting out of her car. There! A man in a business suit calmly walks down the sidewalk, ignoring the destruction. She identifiers herself as a federal agent and orders him to stop. He turns around and takes off his sunglasses. Ziva recognizes him as a Mossad agent. He backs away, puts on his sunglasses, and resumes walking away from the scene. Ziva slowly lowers her gun in shock. Phoof!
Roll the opening credits.
In the squadroom, McGee (sitting at Tony's old desk) is playing a computer game when Abby arrives. She's impatiently waiting for their team leader ("our glue, our spine") to arrive on a flight, and is nervously eating an entire box of donuts. McGee tells her that she's overdoing the sugar this morning. "Well, I'm eating for two," she says. When McGee's jaw drops, she tells him to relax -- she was referring to "health food freak over there", Probationary Special Agent Michelle Lee, who is sitting at McGee's old desk and munching on carrots. The elevator door opens, and a man steps out carrying a cup of coffee. Abby flies at him and wraps him up in a tight hug. "Yay, you're home! Welcome back! I missed you!"
Tony DiNozzo squeaks out "I missed you, too, Abby." He's been away at a security conference in Europe for the last two weeks. McGee calls him 'Boss' with a smile. Tony steps to Gibbs' desk and sets down his bag. "Gather around, people, I come bearing gifts." Abby bounces up and down in anticipation. He has an ornate cross on a heavy chain for Abby, and a DVD of "The Very Best of David Hasselhof" for McGee (who is less than thrilled). For Ziva, he has a pair of lederhosen. "Where is the little Israeli?" Lee pipes up. "Late, sir, second time this week." "Agent Lee. My favorite probie / hall monitor. I bet you're wondering what the newest member of Team DiNozzo gets." He looks back in his bag -- it's completely empty, so he palms a stapler from his desk and pretends to pull it out of the bag. Lee is even less thrilled than McGee.
Lee is concerned by Ziva's absence. She's over an hour late, which is unusual even for her, and isn't answering her phone. Tony tells her not to worry, and that Ziva can take care of herself.
Ziva is in the Israeli embassy furiously demanding to see Mossad Officer Michael Bashan, the agent she saw walking away from the explosion. Bashan finally meets privately with her and calms her down. She is angry that she was not told of the operation. She has spent a year building relationships and trust with NCIS, and this places her in an extremely awkward position. She calls the operation sloppy and blatant. Bashan admits that the Americans can be "prudish" about such things. "You call what happened this morning, 'prudish'?" He says that depends on whether Ziva is actually sleeping with Tony or not. Confused by the subject change, she asks him what he means. He shows her pictures of Tony visiting her apartment at least once a week for the last three months. "My father has you spying on me?" Bashan has assumed that is why Ziva has come.
She tells Bashan that an hour ago, a Mossad assassination team killed three people in Georgetown. Bashan denies it, and says they have no active operations scheduled in Georgetown. She names the officer she saw, and he says that would be impossible. "I spoke to him," she insists, "I let him go!" Bashan is surprised and makes a secure call to Tel Aviv. He needs to speak to the Mossad Director, Ziva's father, immediately. "Tell him it concerns family." Ziva says she very nearly shot the agent this morning. But Bashan tells her that the agent she believes she saw is dead. "Your father and I attended his funeral six months ago."
McGee leaves a message on Ziva's phone. Now even Tony is beginning to worry. "What would Gibbs do?" Tony wonders. The director joins him. Metro police found Ziva's car on a sidewalk in Georgetown. Three FBI agents step out of the elevator. The director says she got the call they were coming just two minutes earlier, and that they'll find out what they want together. She greets Agent Sacks, the leader of the team.
In the embassy, Bashan has been able to confirm Ziva's report. The man killed was a former Syrian army colonel, wanted for crimes against the State of Israel. But Bashan says this was not a sanctioned action, and that Mossad had no hand in it. They were aware the man was in the US, and that he was given protection in exchange for information on Al Qaeda cells. "Protection from what?" Ziva asks. "Us." Bashan tells her. The two men guarding him were FBI agents. Bashan believes the agent Ziva saw faked his own death and is operating without orders and making his own decisions. "Or perhaps that is merely a cover my father designed for him," she adds.
She wants to leave and return to NCIS, but Bashan won't allow her to go until they work out a strategy to deal with the problem. Her disabled car was found at the scene. The FBI has already issued a warrant for her arrest on the charges of espionage and murder. Phoof!
Bashan describes the problem as a political nightmare, and will hold Ziva even against her will while Tel Aviv attempts to solve the problem. "I'm sorry for this," Ziva says as Bashan leaves the office. The large silent guard that has been ordered to take Ziva to "guest quarters" steps up behind her. "I was talking to you," she says. She quickly subdues him and knocks him unconscious. She takes the laptop computer from Bashan's desk and leaves.
FBI Agent Sacks and DiNozzo walk along the top hallway. They've both been kicked out of the Director's meeting, apparently because Sacks made unhelpful comments. Sacks is angry that the NCIS Mossad Liason Officer killed two FBI agents that morning. "Where's your proof?" Tony asks. Sacks ticks off his points: her car abandoned at the scene, the dead Syrian was number one on Israel's most wanted list, she's missing, and her brother was a Hamas terrorist. Tony calls that all circumstantial, but Sacks thinks that's a fantasy. Tony tells him that he thinks Ziva is being framed, just as Tony himself was six months earlier.
Director Shepard calls both of them to her side in the hallway. She has assured the FBI that NCIS will completely cooperate. She looks squarely at Tony. "If Ziva attempts to contact you or anyone else on your team, I want to to notify both myself and Agent Sacks immediately." "This is complete..." Tony begins to say, but the Director cuts him off. "This is an order from your Director, Agent DiNozzo. That clear enough for you?" "Almost crystal, ma'am," Tony says tightly.
Tony and Sacks part with words of disdain for one another. The Director has been standing in the doorway to her office. "Tony, that question you asked earlier? 'What would Gibbs do?' Gibbs isn't here. You are." She closes the door behind her.
Abby reaches for more junk food. Her lab is dark, and a large image of Gibbs appears to float on her big screen. "Gibbs," she tells the picture, "This is really, really bad. Ziva has disappeared, and everyone's saying that she's just like her brother. I really, really need to you call me! Please?" Her phone rings. Surprised that her plea actually worked, Abby quickly picks up the phone. "Gibbs?"
"Abby, it's Ziva."
"Ziva! Are you all right?"
"No, don't say my name so loud."
"Where are you?"
"At a safe place for the moment."
"The FBI was here. Any Tony was freaking out. And the director..."
"Abby, I need you to do a favor for me."
"You name it."
"First, you can't tell anyone I've spoken to you."
"Except Tony, right?"
"No. Not even Tony. If I talk to him he'll get in trouble with the FBI."
"What do you need?"
Ziva pauses for a moment. "A phone number," she quietly says.
Abby scribbles something on paper. "All right. I'll call you back at this number."
Just then, Tony and McGee step into the doorway of the lab. "Abby." She scurries over to meet them. "What was that?" Tony asks. "Where?" "On the phone." "Oh, that, it was, uh, the nuns."
"The nuns?" McGee wonders. "The nuns," she says, "with the big white hats and the, ah" "The habits," McGee prompts, "They're called habits, the big white hats." She tells them that the nuns called to say that bowling practice was canceled. McGee is surprised at the concept of bowling nuns, but Tony gets back to business. He needs to contact Gibbs, needs his advice. The last Abby heard, Gibbs was still in Mexico.
On a beach, Mike Franks sleeps on a hammock near the water, beer in hand. Gibbs climbs up on the roof and begins hammering. Franks startles awake, spilling beer on his shirt.
"Four months, and you still don't understand the concept of 'siesta', Probie?"
"Roof's not going to fix itself, Mike. Tropical storm season is only a few weeks away."
"You ever stop to think that I might like rain?"
"Yeah! Just maybe not inside your house."
Gibbs climbs back down the ladder. He's wearing shorts, has hair longer than we've ever seen before and a week's worth of beard. He's also smiling in a relaxed way that we haven't seen before. Franks tosses him a open bottle of beer.
"Don't you have a boat to build or something?"
"Yeah, well, the problem with that, Mike, is that I'm using all my good lumber to fix your dog-rot house!"
"I've got a better idea," Franks says as Gibbs guzzles the beer. "Why don't you use it to build your own somewhere down there." He gestures vaguely down the beach.
Gibbs smiles at him. "Hey, you just say the word. I'll be gone!"
"Don't tip me, Jethro!" Franks warns with a big smile, "I ain't nearly drunk enough! But until then, I was thinking your next project would be a nice little hot-tub, say ye big" (he gestures) "Right over there."
Gibbs looks in the direction Franks has pointed. "You want teak or redwood?"
Camila, from the cantina, comes around the corner with a smile. "Hola, gentlemen!"
"Gentlemen! She can't be talking to you and me, Gunny!"
"You, no." She turns to face Gibbs with a smile. "Senor Gibbs? Si. I hope you're not letting him work you so hard."
"Naw," Gibbs demurs, standing in front of Camila looking back at her.
"He's living here for free. What does he expect?" Mike chimes in.
"Perhaps someday he will tell us," she smiles. Gibbs grins back.
"Hey," Franks says as he steps in between them. "How much do I owe you?"
Camila giggles. "Twenty-five American. And you have a phone call."
"OK," Franks says.
"Not you, Camila laughs. "Leroy Jethro." She holds the phone out to him.
"Who is it?"
"A woman. And she sounded mui upset."
Franks snorts. "Probably that lady director of yours, about to have a nervous breakdown."
Gibbs holds the phone to his ear. "Yeah, Gibbs."
"Hola," Ziva says. "How's Mexico?"
"Ziva! How'd you get this number?"
"From Abby. And if it helps, I forced it out of her."
"No, it doesn't. What's wrong?"
"Why does something always have to be wrong? Can't I just speak with an old friend, do a little catching up?"
"Today, Ziva!"
"OK." Ziva sits on a chair. We finally see that she's down in Gibbs basement. "I may be in a little trouble."
"Yeah? Define little."
"I am currently on the run from the FBI, NCIS, Mossad and my father."
"Ziv, what'd you do?"
"I did nothing, Gibbs. I swear, I did nothing!"
"Where's DiNozzo?"
"Can't help me."
"Well, you should talk to Jenny. Jenny can help you."
"I can't."
"Ziva, look! I'm retired! I'm three thousand miles away! What do you think I can do that they can't do?"
"Honestly, I don't know." A tear runs down her cheek. "I was hoping, maybe, save me?"
Gibbs rubs his face, then hangs up the phone.
Down in Autopsy, the lights are all out. A group is huddled in the center of the room.
"Ziva's a fugitive," Tony says, "Anyone caught helping or assisting her in any way will be in serious trouble."
We see that the group contains McGee, Abby, Palmer and Ducky. Palmer raises his hand.
"By serious trouble, you mean we could, like, get fired?"
Ducky understands. "He means, Mr. Palmer, that instead of attending medical school next month, you most likely will be in prison."
"Oh."
Abby slams her hand down on the table between them all. "I'm in." she declares.
"Danger, intrigue, a damsel in distress? I'm actually looking forward to it," Ducky says. He lays his hand over top of Abby's.
"Me too," McGee says, joining his hand.
"Um," Palmer says, "I'm not exactly the type that would do well in prison, guys."
"No one's going to think any less of you if you want out, Palmer." Tony says.
"Really?"
"Well, no, they probably would. At least I would."
"All right, then I want a code name. Something cool sounding." He joins his hand.
Tony completes the bond. "All right. No one can know about this, especially the director. Are we all good with that?"
They nod.
"All right. Then let's figure out how to find her."
Tony's voice sharpens as he snaps out orders. "McGee. I want you on her electronic tracks. Cell phone, computer, toaster oven if you have to. Ducky, please talk to your contacts in the FBI. I want to know everything about that Georgetown crime scene. Palmer, how does black lung sound?"
"Like a horrible and painful way to die."
"I mean as your code name."
"I like it!"
"You're in charge of supply, Black Lung. Which means lunch at this point, and probably dinner. Abs, I need you to go..."
She interrupts. "I talked to Ziva yesterday."
"You don't bowl with nuns," Tony reflects, "I should have seen that coming."
"I do!" Abby insists. "Ziva made me promise not to tell."
Ducky is confused. "Why would Ziva care if we knew you bowl with nuns?"
"I think she means that Ziva didn't want us getting in trouble, Ducky."
"It's a bit late for that. Where is she?"
"All I know is this phone number." She holds out the slip of paper.
Tony takes it from her hand and immediately calls the number. "Well, there's no answer. Abby are you sure..." The phone is answered. "Ziva."
"Tell Abby I'm going to kill her."
"We love you too."
"I'm hanging up now."
"No you're not! Tell me what the hell's going on here?"
"Your phone could be tapped, Tony."
"Well then I'll come to you. I'm also trying to get a hold of Gibbs right now, but I'm not having any luck."
"Gibbs? Why didn't you say so?"
She turns the phone over to Gibbs, standing next to her in the basement.
"DiNozzo," he says, "You have ten seconds to tell me why I am not building a teak hot tub in Mexico."
Tony is speechless.
"Nine," Gibbs says. Phoof!
In the basement, Ziva briefs Gibbs about the bombing target. He was terminated by Mossad Officer Namir Eschel, Ziva's former teammate when she was stationed in Paris. Gibbs notes that being known as dead is a good cover for activities. Ziva would agree, but her father claims to have no knowledge of his activities. Just then the door opens. Ziva whirls and aims her gun, but it's Tony. Tony and Gibbs tell her that she was set up. The only Mossad officer in the city of DC just happens to be at the scene of a Mossad-style hit? She realizes that the motorcycle had deliberately led her to the scene.
Tony tries to give Gibbs his phone back, but Gibbs takes Tony's coffee instead. "Do I still look like your boss?" Gibbs asks, dressed in a casual embroidered shirt, scruffy beard and long (for Gibbs) hair. "Well, maybe, with a shave and a haircut wouldn't hurt, and the smile thing is definitely throwing me off..." Gibbs laughs and heartily shakes Tony's hand. "It's good to see you again, McGee."
"DiNozzo."
"What'd I say?"
"You called him McGee," Ziva helps.
"That's probably because if I left him in charge, you wouldn't be on the FBI's Ten Most Wanted list right now."
Ziva and Tony look at one another, then back at Gibbs.
"But you do remember..." Tony starts.
"That I left you in charge? Yeah, I remember that I left you in charge, DiNozzo. What I forgot is your taste in coffee! It stinks!" He pushes the cup back at Tony.
"I like sugar. It's my weakness. What's our plan?" Tony asks Gibbs.
"Things are bad enough for NCIS as it is, Tony, you can't..."
Tony interrupts in a stern voice. "I don't remember asking your opinion, Officer David!"
"You see?" She turns to Gibbs, "He's been completely insufferable since you left, Gibbs!"
"That true, Tony?"
He looks at Ziva. "When I need to be."
"Yeah? Hmmph. Maybe you were the the right man for the job." Gibbs turns back to Ziva's computer and the passport image of Namir Eschel. "Our plan is to find this guy before he gets out of the country."
McGee, Tony and Abby try to figure out a way to put out a BOLO on Eschel without the FBI finding out, since if the FBI hears his name they'll realize they talked with Ziva. McGee suggests that instead of putting out a BOLO for a suspected bomber, they type it up for spousal abuse. A wife-beater should be underneath the FBI's radar. "Do it!" DiNozzo says.
Ziva and Gibbs have taken Gibbs truck to an old safe house out in the country. Gibbs doubts that Escel would be there, because Mossad first places to re-acquire him would be their safe houses. "Mossad does not know about his one," she says, "I set this up for Ari." Eschel was part of Ari's recovery team three years earlier. They pick the lock and enter the house. They see a motorcyclist sitting in a chair, fully dressed in black protective clothing and wearing the helmet with the dark visor down. He's motionless. A television set is on, showing only static.
Gibbs realizes from a distance that he's dead and stiff with rigor mortis, and hopes (for Ziva's sake) that it's not Eschel. Gibbs flips up the visor -- it's not someone from Mossad, but was killed with a bullet to his forehead. "[Eschel] is tying up loose ends," Ziva notes. "Yeah, that's what you are," Gibbs tells her, "Start looking around."
A video camera bug is hidden in the house, showing scenes of Ziva and Gibbs seaching the house to Eschel and a woman in a hotel room. Eschel recognizes Gibbs and makes a phone call.
FBI agents are searching the NCIS squadroom, and have the Major Case Response Team's desks marked off with crime scene tape. Agent Sacks' phone rings. He answers, and we hear only his side of the conversation. Eschel anonymously gives Sacks a tip on Ziva's location, and texts him a photo of Ziva as proof. "Got a tip, guys. House in Fairfax." They leave. Michelle Lee watches them go.
Gibbs and Ziva can't find anything of significance in the safe house. On a hunch, Gibbs looks around and spots a ventilation cold air return. "He's made us!" Eschel tells his companion. "Impossible!" she says, "I placed that camera myself." On Eschel's computer, we see Gibbs remove the vent, find the the camera and turn it off.
Eschel switches to another view from outside the house. "We need to detonate now," his companion says, reaching for the keyboard. "No," Eschel says, "We wait for the FBI team. It must look like Ziva killed herself instead of surrendering." "And if she leaves before they get there, Namir?" "I will delay her," he decides. He makes another cell phone call.
A phone near the dead motorcyclist rings. Gibbs answers and Eschel engages him in conversation. Eschel's apparent target is Mossad Director David, Ziva's father. By painting Ziva as a traitor like Ari, Eschel intends to drive him from power, if not to suicide. Ziva realizes that the conversation is a delaying tactic, remembering that when their safe house in Paris was compromised, Eschel blew it up.
The FBI team arrives with lights flashing. Their SWAT team surrounds the building. Eschel types a numeric code into his computer. "Shalom, Ziva" he says, and presses the final key. The house explodes. Phoof!
That night at NCIS headquarters, Sacks tells Tony that the FBI still doesn't know exactly what has happened. They don't even know if Ziva was inside -- the home was incinerated and there would be no trace of any bodies. Sacks tells Tony that he had received an anonymous tip, probably from someone at Mossad trying to "make nice." "Or tying up loose ends," Tony suggests. "For all we know, she blew up the place to cover her own tracks!" Sacks tells Tony as he gets on the elevator. "She was only looking for the guy who set her up." Tony asserts. "You mind telling me how you know that?" Sacks asks. Tony is dead serious. "Because that's what I'd do." The elevator door closes.
Tony turns back to Ducky. Tony left a message on Gibbs' voice mail, but doesn't hold out hope that Gibbs will listen to it. The number Abby has for Ziva no longer answers. "Well, then, there's only one thing for you to do." Ducky tells Tony. "I know!" Tony says, "Let the director know they're probably dead and resign for disobeying a direct order." He starts to climb the stairs. "You'll do nothing of the sort, Anthony DiNozzo!" Tony steps back down to face Ducky. "And why is that?" "Because the man who did that is still out there, and I'll be damned if I'll let him get away with it!" "'What would Gibbs do', right? I've got a bulletin for you, Ducky, I am not Gibbs!" "No. You're not. Gibbs quit. You're still here."
"Why wasn't I with Ziva?" Tony asks. "I turned over my responsibility to him without even thinking about it!"
"Gibbs is one of the most capable agents..."
"WAS, Ducky! You didn't see him. I mean, it didn't even look like Gibbs. I think he went native down there!"
"Ah, Tony..."
"His hair is all long, and crazy looking, and he's got this scraggly beard, and..."
Ducky tries to interrupt with no success.
"He looks like a pirate or something! His eyes are all blood-shot, probably from drinking hooch morning and night with Franks...."
"They call it 'red-eye' for a reason," Gibbs says from behind Tony. "The flight I was on all night to get here?"
An astonished Tony envelopes Gibbs in a hug. "Thank God!"
"Thank Ziva!" Gibbs says. "I've already been blown up twice, Tony, don't think I've got a third one in me." He drops a set of keys into Tony's hands. "Space 73. Got presents in the back for autopsy and Abby. Don't be seen."
Tony hurries off.
"Good to see you, Duck!"
"Welcome home, Jethro" Ducky murmurs.
"Oh, you've got the wrong guy!" Gibbs says as he puts an arm around Ducky briefly. "I'm just visiting!" He heads up the stairs. "You might want to tell Palmer it's going to be a late night!"
Gibbs walks into the Director's office. He tells her that Ziva is scared, that she didn't do it, that she was set up. Jenny agrees, but expects to be asked for her resignation within 24 hours. The plot is supposed to be a way to get back at Ziva's father, but they both think it was intended to damage relationships between Israel and the US for years. Gibbs wants Jenny to go home, get some sleep. "Plausible deniability?" she asks. As he turns to leave, she compliments him on his hair. She says it reminds her of when they were undercover in Serbia, holed up in a farmhouse for a week with nothing to do. Gibbs says he doesn't remember that at all, that memory is still a bit fuzzy on certain things. He leaves.
Down in Gibbs' basement, Ziva waits. She uncovers the ribs of the boat he had been building, sniffs at his whiskey, looks at the rifle hidden in a drawer. She cleans her gun. Lies down. Waits.
In Forensics, McGee and Abby have identified the dead guy from his fingerprints. Tony and Gibbs stand side by side, sipping coffee identically, and in unison tell McGee he's done a good job. Abby can only narrow down Eschel's phone call to a town in Virgina. Tony asks McGee if there were any hits on the BOLO he put out, but McGee had forgotten about it. "This one's on me, boss" McGee says, and slaps himself on the head. There have been six hits; the closest match is a man seen at a Fremont Inn. "Where, McGee?" Tony and Gibbs demand in unison. "Woodbridge Virginia." Tony and Gibbs turn as one, throw their coffee cups into the trash, and leave side by side.
Ziva has been practicing her knife throwing when Gibbs tells her that they found Eschel. She won't wait for Gibbs and leaves immediately. Gibbs starts to get into the elevator, but Tony jumps in front of him and bluntly reminds Gibbs that Tony is in charge of the team now, and that he's not going to sit on the sideline. When he finishes his demands, Gibbs gives him a headslap. "I was going to say, get McGee, and I'll meet you there!" Tony agrees. "You know, I could arrest you for striking a federal officer," Tony tells him. "I know that," Gibbs agrees. "OK," Tony smiles, "Just so you know." Tony heads off to get McGee while Gibbs steps onto the elevator.
In the hotel room, Eschel lies on the bed and chats with his companion as she comes out of the bathroom. She asks him to help her put on a necklace. As he steps up behind her, she shoots him with a silenced gun. He falls back onto the bed. "I'm sorry, but no one can know my country was behind this," she tells him as she puts a pillow over his face to mask his cries. He dies quickly. "And with you gone," she adds, "No one will."
Ziva picks the lock on the room, enters with gun drawn, and finds Eschel's body. As she stands to look at him, silenced gunshots are fired at her through the bathroom door. The two women fight, and Ziva quickly disarms the girl and holds a knife to her throat. Ziva wants to know who hired them, but the girl won't talk. She challenges Ziva to kill her instead.
Ziva throws her knife into a nearby wall and tells the girl that she's under arrest. A vicious hand to hand fight breaks out with Ziva the apparent loser. Out in the parking lot, Gibbs and DiNozzo screech to a halt at the same time. Inside, the girl pulls the knife from the wall and menaces Ziva. "Who are you? Iranian Intelligence?" Ziva gasps. "Yes," the girl hisses, "And you have our thanks. The Americans will never trust your country again."
Ziva laughs in triumph. "It was easier than I thought, making you talk." The fight resumes with a much-energized Ziva clearly in command. One quick kick and the girl is knocked out. The room door opens. McGee, DiNozzo and Gibbs all enter with guns drawn. Ziva is standing over her defeated foe. "You should have waited," Gibbs tells Ziva as she staggers back for support. "Who's she?" he asks.
"Iranian Intelligence. They were behind it all."
"How do you plan on proving that?"
"I've been with NCIS for a year. I'm not just a killer anymore." Ziva tells him. She lifts her shirt, removes a voice recorder and throws it to Tony. "I'm an investigator. Now can I go home?"
In the Director's office, Jenny, Tony and Ziva watch ZNN news report that "federal authorities" had been involved in a stand-off with the terrorists. Tony wishes they could just use four simple letters ("NCIS"), but Jenny reminds him that if they did, the FBI would have to charge Tony with interfering with an investigation. "I can live with 'federal authorities'," he decides. They head downstairs to see Gibbs.
In the squadroom, McGee tells them that Gibbs is gone. "He said he had a plane to catch." Tony, Ziva and Jenny regret not having a chance to say goodbye. But Gibbs did leave a small envelope for the director. It contains a photo of her with long dark hair, standing in front of a thatch-roofed farm house. "Oh, nice snap!" Tony says, "Where was that taken?"
"Serbia," Jenny says with a smile.
"When?" Ziva asks.
"A lifetime ago, Ziva."
Phoof!
Roll the closing credits.
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